Meditation in the Outbreak of War

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Blue
is the colour of
their skins and
their deserts weave
a billow of tears an
oasis of blood and
I weep of the spears
stabbed into their flesh
by the soldiers of
The Great Country
a slaughter of yearlings
the Campaign of Subversion
the voice of
the False Prophet

Look
the children dream of
locusts in the night and
they lose their teeth to
the yellow cakes of the
valley, their skins to
the stellar winds and the
frangible stars, they will
cry because of the pain
because of the rumour
of their faecal birth
of the corpses of the
women of the plains

Look to the sky and imagine, your soul rests upon the waters of a meandering river, relax your soul and feel the tired earth’s axis of symmetry, align yourself to meet the solar wind, to ease the migration of your soul, there is a country hidden impenetrable by the armour-piercing bullets of your enemy, where the locusts cannot navigate, where your children will laugh again

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Deplungerst Plundeterre (fatima ex machina)

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Deplungerst Plundeterre (fatima ex machina)

 

With
   great trepidation I plunged the
          murky depths
my first attempt
turned
      the plunger inside
  out!
but
undeterred I plunged
        plunged
     on until the
     toilet began to moan and
I
      knew victory was in
sight
          bravely I
      plunged
  on
and after
      a few
    more lunges
the toilet
          submitted
   with a great
        gurgling
             sound
        that
was terrifying
     to witness

 

victory was mine with but only the cleaning up left to do, all’s well that ends well although it’s no midsummer night’s dream without you after a terrible comedy of errors …

 

(text corpus: T.E.Batten)

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Monday, October 6, 2014

Asurablé, levita: Conversariandus Intimatus (fatima ex machina)

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Asurablé, levita: Conversariandus Intimatus (fatima ex machina)

 

      tonight
my wife is back
I am weak at
      talk of
          her
   faithlessness
         sweat drips down my
legs and
          I loathe
not to ask

 

(Conversari)

 

“There is muschatter lately, chattersight of your carapacioue.”
“What exhaustures. Look at them as sucomplements.”
“But you aback me. We do not thevitate nor powerfucked and teasilearn! I am prook…”
“Heighas muchich.”
“I temptatate in your cunthe mover, much to especian becomplace tonguen. I need slipperips withe fiel, and aress this phaleasure, please.”
“Beloved, I eadorned pleasur, yournly my teaseeping adornedy. You are my old masure herilous old manderness attent and wonder.”
“Despity.”
“No. Beginvigorathese led. Muschatters oless are surely despitearned.”
“Love, asure me of the air, touché temptair, suctar.”
“Asurablé, levita, asurablé.”

 

(Intimatus)

 

       I
get up and kneel
    before my wife
now
to
  make love to her
  might
         that
levitate me
in ecstasy, it is copious wine sweetly scented and
      a
mild saltiness the top of
      my lip,
my chin,
      my
neck, lightly seeping
into
    my flesh
       I am proud
of this
            my only
                  assurance of
              redemption

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Sunday, October 5, 2014

Angeluciene Whandoor (fatima ex machina)

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Angeluciene Whandoor (fatima ex machina)

 

of course, I really
       didn’t know
he was this
animal,
he
       was
different
  he
         cared for my
       soul
   he was poor
and
  he grew
the
most beautiful flowers
    he
listened to me
    he came on
             a
      train journey that God
sent
                he talked to me,
      cared
      for me
when I was
sick
        I
        really
didn’t
know I only had to look

 

he is my reclustation, my island, in my walkednights and hellancoly he beaststay with me, he sad old yet he listel, wondeezing, beautif and I femselvestartled “I remembeast I sick I shook and ofreezingood!” oh I love him bruti’vivors animale, enormust’ve bin deep in the Turkish sea, my angelusive whandoor, my delancholancholing stat, my peace!

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Sunday, October 5, 2014

Cardiodementia con Pulmonoputa (fatima ex machina)

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Cardiodementia con Pulmonoputa (fatima ex machina)

 

you be my candito primero para menitomentis para denios para dismiso y cardiodementia con pulmonoputa, putahombre traughedios porque deniere mis offeredios pazmortum

 

so
  bres anever
amemberden
          o burden ofinitome tu me frome
breache
          breache
                   breache

 

          and
so
        so
they laughed
                  and he
     denied where the burden
           of memory he
denied
      claims without memory he
denied what he did
        without
memory he
      denied where
they have no burden of remembering
  they are
anonymous
                  so
they can defile any
                       idea of trust
and leave
        in the haze

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Sunday, October 5, 2014

Sicknesslickunstime (fatima ex machina)

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Sicknesslickunstime (fatima ex machina)

 

now
    a sigh
a time
      for in betweenness
      please such sweetness
        tonight
Tocatch toglimpse
          tosteal
that splendid sight of
your
  Hand (is that your hand?)

 

Is that you lonesome are you
       lonesome bedsome
woo
my
     loveleed
         sight
      of
wuss and
   wank a
smile
a
sigh oh!

 

     Dickness!
Bounty for my cunty
            prickunst a love
      my weenness one
Sicke and only mort
             ne’er lorn
      of just of lovellow luck
a time for none
      a time for one
  the sullow lucken hearts of
             second thoughts
    to bet a time for
        cumcut pleagain foreley
Somedase
         such sweetness
ne’ely
          lornwickness
        A dight
      A sin
  and cune’ere
owe a thing
      Sicknights
lucunt
        m’love
              lucunt

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Saturday, October 4, 2014

Cipherstasy (fatima ex machina)

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Cipherstasy (fatima ex machina)

 

    Lightly moving flowing
soaking
So nice isn’t it so
   cool to the
       skin where the lines
are
drawn freely but not
         too carefully with certainty
Certainly
     free to follow
   the
      form
and not digress with the
  flow
        free to follow the form
      and
       not
       digress with the
      stream
  of
      night
to never see
the
          blinding
   light of day the
fine
       Line of black
on places where the lines are drawn

 

Signs ciphers in water to drink and to draw for a little taste of something sweet something dark to let the body of a willing spirit ruin run with the stream of night to never see the blinding light of day lightly moving flowing running gently like the feather of a dead bird

 

‘tis
  Terribearable
                sexhausting
     agony
        risecstasy
          Lit by the
beauty blackness of a ciphee
       this water subliminity
The lowing light
       The lible game of
ciphers
             demandemandinbearablinding
                  ciphersure
      ’tis agony!

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Saturday, October 2, 2014

Phallictant Flirt (fatima ex machina)

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Phallictant Flirt (fatima ex machina)

 

fling my swineredge

        that cuck
    a
      Rush
of blood to forego
to
Foregot
disbegot the memory of my gaping mouth
     but
  alas! there
       is no pearl that customarily
      falls
         from his core
       Whore
am I
who but a whore-wife
      ecstashameless whore-wife
waiting for
   the heart of that
           phallictant flirt
                                        he
knew not what he do but
he do but he do but he
      do but he
                 do
the boar’s
  swinerod now
    steeped
in the absentia ecstasia
  of
  the pearl
that customarily
falls
       from
pig’s
hearts you
get
Whet in hog blood
      for
      the heart that knew not
   what
they
do

 

(father forgive them)

 

You fool you expectant ecstashameless fool, seeking pearls from his core, whore are you, who but a whore-wife waiting for the stew, foregot disbegot the memory of your gaping mouth but alas there is no pearl that customarily falls from pig’s hearts, you get whet in hog blood bleeding through the slashing through the slashing throat, dredge the dregs when done, and leave not a trace of blood bleeding through

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Saturday, October 4, 2014

Exhumandi Caro (fatima ex machina)

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Exhumandi Caro (fatima ex machina)

 

the smog
    of humanity
the carclang
of
the
wind
desecraplesses
         your carcass skin
your hair
      the city-fry
      adds
Guttural
         to the
Chancarbon wissonnance
         and
         tonnagutter
the hapless tuning smoke
     of
          the
window wang
Offending smells
   fog of
the city
   of
carbon
      wishang fiddlang for
the dead of
        sadnessacrant foul
   and of metal
         and of pearl
    carbon winnowing
      my
    Gutturant foul
   Hang the
   tongues of
      tonnagestral capless fog
          my fist in
      the
carcasstars
of metal Exhuma
of
     desecrangs
     of hust and
       the
Helpoissoneural trall
       the
helplessmells
          of the
Gutturant foul
this skin this lung
the wind by the taissonair
        hellung
         of the
          smear
Exhumetal
      desecarrial
        carrion
      carrion
   carrion

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Friday, October 3, 2014